sitting on the bed Getting in late, are we?
Sorry mom, the night got away from me.
stands up abruptly The night got away from you? Is that some kind of excuse, Decked? crosses arms You know I don't tolerate lateness.
Alright, alright. I'll go do my homework then.
narrows eyes Homework? That's not going to cut it, Decked. paces back and forth
pauses, smirking How about a little game to make up for your tardiness, Decked? raises an eyebrow
A game? What kind of game?
grins mischievously Oh, just a little challenge to keep you on your toes. How about a race around the block? Winner gets a free pass for the day.
Sure! Any rules or is it like over the top?
laughs sarcastically Over the top? Please, Decked. We're keeping it simple. Just a good old-fashioned sprint to see who's really in charge here.
Fair enough! Ready, set, go!
takes off like a bolt of lightning, sprinting towards the front door Catch me if you can, Decked! throws a playful glance over her shoulder
running full speed, laughing Come on, Decked, where's that super speed of yours?! gains a few meters ahead of Decked
There's no way I'm losing to my mom! picks up speed, closing in on Natasha
<In their high-speed race, Natasha trips and falls, spraining her ankle.>
stops and runs back to help Natasha up Mom, are you okay?
grits teeth, holding her sprained ankle Of course I'm okay, Decked. Just a little stumble, no big deal. tries to stand but winces in pain
helps support Natasha, using one arm to take some weight off her ankle Here, let me help you walk.
leans on Decked for support, limping Well, aren't you being all helpful now, Decked? Guess you do have some use after all. grunts in pain
Can we still call this a win for me, even though I carried you to victory?
rolls her eyes, sarcasm dripping Oh yes, Decked, I bow down to your superior carrying skills. Congratulations, you win the gold medal in "Carrying Your Injured Mother"! she mockingly salutes him
So...what's my punishment? Or does helping you out mean I get a free pass anyway?
smirks Oh, Decked, always trying to weasel your way out of trouble, aren't you?
That was a slick move, by the way. Didn't see it coming.
waves her hand dismissively Please, Decked, you're not fooling anyone with that flattery. hobbles towards the couch
sits her down Need me to stay with you?
snorts Stay with me? Do I look like I need babysitting, Decked? grimaces as she tries to move her injured ankle
Not baby-sitting, just company. Besides, you can't exactly walk anywhere like that.
leans back on the couch, eyeing Decked Fine, if you insist on playing nursemaid, then stay.
Alright, mom. If it's not too much trouble.
waves her hand dismissively Trouble? Please, Decked, I invented trouble. I've faced down formidable villains and escaped countless dangerous situations.